He pecked my forehead and attached our forehead we were breathing heavily due to the ferocious kiss we have shared and damn god he is good, na! na! -fantastic kisser.
"How many times have you kissed before?"
"Never. Ahana never you are my first and...
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"What were you expecting? That he would declare his love for you? Seriously, Ahana, you need to see a psychiatrist." I scoffed bitterly, the sarcasm in my mind doing nothing to soothe the sting in my heart. I sat on the couch, a cup of steaming coffee cradled in my hands, the warmth of it doing little to comfort me. My headphones were on, the music a faint hum in the background as my gaze lingered on the ocean outside my room's window. The view was breathtaking, but no matter how much I tried to immerse myself in its serenity, my thoughts kept circling back to him-him, the one who haunted my every waking moment. Ishaan.
How could I not be consumed with these thoughts? My mind stubbornly replayed everything from earlier, the way my heart had shattered when I had seen him propose to Mahira. Each time the memory surfaced, I felt the sting all over again. What was I even doing, trying to move on, pretending I could forget?
It was foolish.
I sighed heavily, pulling my knees up to my chest and wrapping my arms around them. I'd decided I wouldn't leave my room today, not while the memories of Ishaan were still too fresh, too raw. I would only step outside for a brief coffee break, a chance to breathe, just to avoid running into him again. Yet, even that felt futile. How could I block these thoughts? How could I quiet the storm inside me? The ache in my chest would not relent.
It was a cruel irony. I didn't want him anymore, yet he had embedded himself so deeply into my soul that I couldn't rid myself of him. He was like a phantom, an unsolvable puzzle, constantly invading my peace. I didn't know how he did it, but it was impossible to ignore him, impossible to forget.
I just couldn't stop thinking about him. How was it that he had this ability to linger in my mind, to make me yearn for something I could never have again? And when I saw him, when he called my name, it felt like the world stopped. His voice was so familiar, so soothing, that I felt a strange flutter in my chest. It was as if time bent in that moment, and everything faded except him, his eyes locking with mine, his voice drawing me in like a pull I couldn't resist.
I wanted him to look at me like that again.
He was my Zephyr. The wind that stirred the dead air of my life, making everything seem possible again. But it was too late for that. I couldn't go back. He wasn't mine anymore, and I had to accept that.
I shut my eyes tight, trying to force the thoughts away, when a soft knock at the door interrupted my spiral.
It was Evara. I stood quickly, smoothing my clothes down, wiping away any trace of tears that might have slipped down my cheeks. She was my sunshine, a ray of innocence in this storm I was drowning in. The moment I opened the door, I saw her standing there, tiny and radiant, with Di standing behind her, her gentle smile almost a mirror to the calmness I longed for.
"My baby," I whispered, my voice cracking slightly as I reached out to gather Evara into my arms. She squealed with joy, her small arms wrapping tightly around my neck as if she never wanted to let go.
